Burn Florida. Sterilize the entire state of its NFL teams as you would an MRSA contamination. Float it into the Gulf, Bugs Bunny-style. Send the NFL to Los Angeles or London or Lucknow, anywhere but the Sunshine State—professional football cannot thrive on its saline soils. After an ugly, addled Monday Night Football matchup that had fans begging for the quality of a Thursday game, this much is clear: On a combined index of internal happiness, talent, and ability to make headlines for actual football matters, the Jaguars are Florida's top team. That's not a world I'm prepared to live in.

Last night was doomed to farce. The Dolphins, with the Jonathan Martin scandal still an oozing sore, appeared every bit as toxic as the Buccaneers' staph-riddled locker room. The Bucs, who seem to hate their coach with the fury of a thousand suns, came in winless, though about as underachieving and unlucky as any winless team can be. If ever a game was destined to end in a tie or in the events of Revelation 9, this was it.

It's the game that had everything you never wanted. A safety. Punts fair-caught at the 5 and at the 10. A scoring drive of negative five yards. A failed two-point conversion. Two touchdowns from Rishard Matthews, who has never scored in the NFL. A touchdown from Tampa's fourth-string running back. A fat guy touchdown.

Miami played—well, like a team missing two of its starting offensive linemen. Two consecutive sacks torpedoed the Dolphins' hopes of a game-winning drive. The ground game was a crime against humanity. Their actual running backs combined for 11 carries for zero yards. That's just as good, if not as efficient, as tight end Charles Clay, who managed zero yards on two carries. Ryan Tannehill was the rushing star, with a single two-yard scramble. In all, that's 5.14 inches per carry.

The least-worst team won, and won for the first time this season, leading the 2008 Lions to crack open bottles of St. Ides Special Brews. The Dolphins lost their fifth in six games. Winter is coming, daylight is fading, and we all march inexorably toward death. But there is one silver lining: Neither team has any more national games this season. Sports fans can take a lesson from society, and pretend Florida isn't happening.